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[h3][color=00aeef][i][b]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/b][/i][/color][/h3]
[i][b][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Hospital/Medical (B)
[i][b][color=00aeef]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	The scene was definitely one for a photo book. But as Manny lacked a camera and was the only one on his feet, he was in no position to stand around and make witty jokes. Doc had made a comment about helping, and Lisa probably wasn't laughing at his joke for more reasons other then the pot on her head. "[color=00aeef]Alright don't worry. I got you.[/color]" Lisa had made another attempt to remove the pot, but didn't seem to make much progress. Manny gripped the pot with both of his hands and got ready to pull. "[color=00aeef]Don't worry, in my youth they used to call me, "The Spanish Bear".[/color]" Unfortunately there were a few problems with that statement now. The first being, Manny was not a youth anymore. And second, his Spanish only covered basic conversations. As he got into school being the strongest person around meant little to Manny, and mostly cardio was enough to keep him physically active enough to avoid health problems as long as he kept at it and actively.  

	Manny pulled the pot, and had little luck in trying to wedge it off. With a frustrated grunt he tried again, but no luck. "[color=00aeef]Well. It appears I have gotten old...[/color]" he said with a defeated sigh. He stopped uselessly tugging and tried to figure out what else could be done now to get this fixed. "[color=00aeef]Okay, what if we both try this at once? Surely between both of us we could get this thing off.[/color]" Sometimes Manny wished being young and the strongest person around. Though looking back his choice to change his life was still the best he could have made. Even if it did mean most of his post childhood exercise was mostly cardio. Though even that was starting to get challenging for the old dentist. A part of him wondered if it would be better to get doc freed first since he was likely stronger then Manny and three people would be more likely to get the pot off. Or if it would be better to just try to get the pot off and free Lisa asap. "[color=00aeef]Just... If you want to do this at the same time, just give me a sign and we can work together to get this off.[/color]" He wondered again about getting doc out, but he worried that he might not be strong enough to do that on his own either without help. He figured at least with getting the pot off that is something him and Lisa could work on together. 



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[h3][color=00a651][i][b]Hunter Monroe[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Cell B
[i][b][color=00a651]Skills:[/color][/b][/i]N/A
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	Jail was still boring to Hunter, but he had to admit watching Cage ramble and rant was kind of funny. He wondered if when he had his own breakdowns if other people thought he was funny. Though Hunter was glad he got some kind of answer from cage. Even if it was simple. For hunter it had seemed many times when he asked questions it was either bad timing, vague answers, or threats. Sure, much of that was his own doing, but he still liked getting a strait answer from time to time. Even if simple.

	Cage's answer on why he didn't just clean up the mess himself seemed to just be it wasn't in his job description. So he left it. It did make Hunter think what Cage was supposed to be doing as a warden since he didn't do much for the cells it seemed, and he wasn't watching the prisoners, or himself in this case. Hunter didn't bother to think too much past that. He had a feeling if he asked he would probably get met with some kind of comment to backwardly justify it. His rant went on for a bit, hunter paid it some mind but again not a lot. 

	Eventually his warden left to make some kind of call. Probably to call someone to clean up the mess because... He was either too busy or couldn't be bothered. After he left Hunter chuckled to himself a little. "[color=00a651]And the winner of the "Not my Job" Award goes to, Warden Cage![/color]" He did in a quiet voice in the tone of a game show announcer. He took another look at the bloody remains and sighed. "[color=00a651]Pretty sure that's a health hazard. But hey, it's just me so who cares right?[/color]" He shrugged it off and went back to laying on his bed. The longer he stayed here, the more he thought that maybe this isn't the place to try and sort himself out.